Back in the courtyard, the tip of the gun was attached to the barrel of the gun, the red tassel was fastened, and the five special spears were baked.

The head of the gun is about eight inches long, in a three-sided shape, there is a blood groove on each side, the barrel is about two meters long, made of good solid logs, and the whole gun weighs about seven catties.

Qin Yu held the barrel of the gun with both hands and waved it for a while, and stabbed the wooden target a few times, feeling still a little heavy.

And the eyes of the teenagers have long been straight, and the chances of survival are too high when they have a weapon in their hands.

There are only five spears in total, which is definitely not enough points, so I have to compete to decide who the spear will lose.

The rules are very simple, stab at the target, within a minute, the six people who stab the most times and the most accurately will get the spear, and as for the strength, it is impossible to evaluate it for the time being.

A hundred teenagers were all gearing up, and even the mother and daughter couldn't help but come to the courtyard to watch the excitement.

As a result, he was arrested and used as a manual timer, counting from one to sixty, except for himself, they are competent, and who can count if they are not allowed to count?

"One, two, three..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

For a while, on the playground, except for Li Wan'er's counting, only the sound of the teenagers shouting and killing when they stabbed was left.

A young man lined up, took turns to use the real gun, held the gun with one hand according to Qin Yujiao, stood upright, and then stepped forward, holding the gun with both hands on the side, and stabbed forward violently.

The targets are the throat, head, right chest, left chest, and abdomen of the humanoid.

It took a hundred people an hour, and the wooden target stabbed three pieces, and all of them were pierced, and the mother and daughter shouted hoarsely.

The five teenagers with the best grades couldn't put it down when they touched the real guns in their hands, and the rest of the teenagers were envious.

"Don't be discouraged, let's have a competition in three days, the ten people with the best results, the real guys, so take advantage of these three days, everyone must practice diligently."

After hearing this, the teenagers all clenched their fists, rushed to their respective training positions, and began to practice mechanically.

Seeing them training so hard, Qin Yu was still quite pleased, it was not in vain that he had spent so much money to cultivate them.

Originally, he was worried that these teenagers would be disobedient, and he planned to come to the horse.

But who would have thought that in a month, no one dared to contradict his orders, and his words were unconditionally and resolutely implemented.

At first, he was still puzzled, but later he figured out that these teenagers were all orphans, who used to wander on the death line every day, but now they have food, clothing, and a sense of security, and the firearms camp is simply a paradise.

And all this is given by him, once anyone is disobedient, they will definitely be driven away, countless examples of teenagers outside the city are placed there, so people with a little brain, know what to do ...

Three days later, Old Man Liu finally typed the barrel of the gun, which was slightly longer than the chopsticks and almost the thickness of the barrel of the gun.

Qin Yu was extremely happy when he stroked the barrel of the gun, and after tapping it, he felt that there should be no problem, so he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and asked Old Man Liu to create other parts.

Qin Yu still knew a lot about firearms in the late Ming Dynasty, and he naturally didn't like the arquebus ignition, so he wanted to use flint to ignite the fire.

To his surprise, he just described the principle of gravel ignition, and Old Man Liu paused for a moment, then nodded and said that there was no problem.

Qin Yu is one hundred and twenty people don't believe it, after all, the technique of striking iron can be accumulated over many years, and practice makes perfect.

But the gravel firing structure, which is not complicated to say, is not simple at all, is it really an illiterate person who can't read big words, can it be designed?

Although he described the basic principles, this was at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and I am afraid that even Xu Guangqi, who is known as the inventor of the Ming Dynasty, may not be able to brag about this kind of cowhide!

"Old Liu, can you really build a firing device?"

"A small impact recovery device, it is not difficult to decay, but the idea of the leader of Xiao Qin using flint to ignite the fire is very innovative."

Old man Liu touched his beard, arrogant and with a hint of disdain, as if he didn't pay attention to the firing structure at all.

"Okay, then I'll wait and see, and trouble Liu Lao to build it as soon as possible." Qin Yu nodded suspiciously, if it weren't for the fact that this Liu Lao had never liked to brag, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed.

But two days later, when Qin Yu came to the blacksmith shop again, he gasped when he looked at the finished handcuff in his hand.

Pulling the dragon head from the side of the powder pool, and then pulling the trigger, it was found that the dragon head had indeed fallen hard, and the two pieces of rubble collided together, sending out sparks.

Qin Yu's jaw dropped suddenly, and then he was overjoyed, if it wasn't for the manual technology of the late Ming Dynasty, it was really so advanced, that is, he had picked up a treasure.

"Old Liu, this... Are you really just a crop handle? ”

"It's nature." The old man grinned.

"Liar, an ordinary iron-striker, if I could get the flintlock pistol out with just one word, then we wouldn't be invaded by foreign tribes frequently."

Qin Yu stared at him deadly, gritting his teeth.

This old man could even think of using folding steel sheets instead of springs, eighty percent of the ancestors were born in craftsmen, and they may also be master craftsmen...

"Huh!"

Old man Liu just laughed dryly, but he didn't talk.

"Old Liu, I don't know if you're interested in joining my firearms battalion?"

He had already inquired clearly, the old man had no children and no daughters, except for two apprentices, he had no relatives, and this blacksmith shop was also the only belongings.

"Hehe, people are old, they can't stand the toss, and they don't want to run around anymore, so I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the leader of Xiao Qin." The old man smiled bitterly, then shook his head with his fists clenched.

"In that case, I won't be reluctant, but I still hope that Liu Lao will think about it, after all, are your two apprentices still young."

Qin Yu also clenched his fists, and then said goodbye and left, because he couldn't wait to test the gun.

However, although he said that he was not reluctant, he had already made up his mind in his heart that this old man would get it no matter what.

This old man still wants to continue to live a stable life, obviously daydreaming, and he doesn't know the style of the Eight Kings.

The Eight Kings are going to rest in Valley City now, and they shouldn't be leaving in a short time, so they didn't embarrass them, and when they left, he was sure that all the blacksmiths and carpenters would definitely pack them up and take them away.

For several days in a row, Qin Yu had to run to the blacksmith shop almost every day.

Carrots and sticks, both soft and hard, wanted to invite the old man and his two apprentices to the firearms camp as guests, so they almost didn't directly tie people up.

But they were all politely rejected by the old man.

But where would Qin Yu give up?

If you recruit this old man and help him build a flintlock pistol in the future, I will be excited to think about it, so I still take the trouble to run to the blacksmith shop every day.

After all, Liu Bei was still looking at the thatched house three times, but he seemed to have almost ten times to the blacksmith shop, if in the end this old man didn't know how to lift, then don't blame him Qin someone, learn Zhang Fei to be tied up.

However, after some in-depth contact, Qin Yu felt more and more that this old man was not simple.

The spear head has been built, a total of fifty handles, and if you want to continue to build it, there is no iron material, so you want to buy it with other battalions, and there is no silver.

As for going to ask Zhang Xianzhong, forget it, last time in order to test the gun, he wore out the skin of his mouth, so he gave five catties of gunpowder, and he was so angry that he almost shot him on the spot.